In spring you shed mad winter growth; wonder plumage enviable by any bird. Rite of passage ushers in your time of seasona...

Splendid cocoon. I no longer live at home; have taken up residence in my room like a semi-detached adolescent. Sleep is su...

Picasso's eye is lodged in the sugar maple, like a scuttled vessel brooding in the limbs. It no longer dispenses lat...

After a winter of  monotone, spring's rapid green always takes me by surprise. I forget just how green; the speed of dandelions. I ...

Mad wings beat ―   hover, peep, tumble from fairy tale, Easter basket. It knows it should fly. How did it stray from the ...

Daffodils under; lace flung reckless to the cold, bare green splayed. What are you wearing? Blades of grass act as informants...

O! claustrophobic air ― apparent and busy in the sun. Dust hangs in waves of spring, a universe from the bliss of nowhere. ...

Windows open, flags unfurl merry for the drone parachutist, fever on wings. Global-scented lines buzz unsucked and sweet; ...

The walls are empty, pocked with nail holes, shadows of pictures ― a room without windows. Too many years since the piano w...

Spring , 1935 by Kuzma Petrov-Vodin  The sun coaxes yellow from flat cocoons, in early evening sinks slow behind the exh...

March Morning, the Scioto River  On this Ides of March eve, I contemplate change. In the original Roman calendar, March was, very approp...

R.A.D. Stainforth  ... another lovely read ... It's warm enough to bring down the windows ― drive as if it were spring. Wi...

Charming R.A.D. Stainforth in his black and white world ... he nearly smiles here ... Spring jumps in, like some...

ants peel petals from miniature cabbages soft peppermint pink Raindrops on the first peony at Willow Manor... they're s...

I love to make lemony things in the spring, so I dug out this recipe, which I haven't made in several years. You're gonna love th...

Scotio River today, Dublin, Ohio Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!  Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!  Earth of ...

click to embiggen We recently lost a majestic pine tree in a storm at Willow Manor.  It was most likely a tornado, that came literally s...

peonies, my favorite flower, after the rain, Willow Manor, May 2011 Flowers really do intoxicate me.    Vita Sackville-West Have a s...

I've never met a potato I didn't love. I know, I'm always saying it's my Irish DNA speaking, but it is. This variation is p...

Seducing spring-starved to a pagan breakfast of fertile eggs-over-easy and fresh-squeezed green, she pants to repopul...